A Player's First Choice // Stenbrough

015 / Hoodie Pockets

"You were staring at Richie through the window. You got something for him?" "No...don't think so."

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"Bye Dylan." I smile as he waves.

"What were you two talking about?" Bill towers over me. "You." "And why would that be?" "He asked me some questions. Nothing bad." I roll my eyes.

Water drips from his hair, landing on His shoulder. "How about we choose another name huh? How about bunny. Bunny boy?" He squints getting close to my face.

He notices how red my cheeks begging to burn. "My name works too." "Nah, I think bunny boy will work just fine." He cups my chin with his hand.

"I'm gonna leave. You should come in. Let's go eat somewhere." "O-Okay," I whisper as he grabs my hand, leading me from the water.

"What's about Eddie?" "Come on Richie." Bill looks back slightly as Richie's arms wrap around Eddies waist.

"He uh...he's asleep," Richie whispers as he stands at the shore with us. "I'll carry his stuff." I start picking stuff up. "I've got him." Richie hesitates before passing him off. Well trying to.

"What are we doing?" He rubs his eye gently before clutching back onto Richie. "We're gonna go eat," Richie whispers. "M'kay." He leans his head back onto the taller one's shoulder.

"We need to get dressed Eds." He mumbles sitting him back down. "I don't wanna walk." He whispers pulling his shirt back on.

"Come on." Bill grabs the boy's hand.

—Wednesday 10:06 pm

"What time is it?" Eddie rests his head on Bill's shoulder gently as we sit at a table. "10:06" Richie mumbles sliding his finger on the rim of his cup. "What's wrong Richie?" "Nothing love. I'm fine." My cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

Bill's arm wraps around Eddies waist gently. "There's the fries," Eddie mumbles snuggling closer to Bill.

"Are you okay Eddie?" He nods gently. "Just tired." He mumbles grabbing a fry. I glance to my left, he looks softly at the smaller one. He grabs my hand gently.

—10:34 pm

"I guess I'm paying again?" "Yes love, you are," Richie smirks before walking away. "Are you sure you're okay?" I hear him from a distance. Eddie nods gently before Richie taking him outside.

Through the window, I can see Richie picking him up gently.

"Come on." Bill grabs onto my wrist. "Huh?" "Let's go." I nod dropping the money on the table.

"Why were you staring at them?" He questions as we walk down the dark street. "What do you mean?" "You were staring at Richie through the window. You got something for him?" "No...don't think so." He turns his head towards me sharply.

We make eye contact for a couple of seconds until he looks away. His arm slithering around my waist. His hand in the hoodie pocket. Grabbing my phone.

"Hey. Give me that back." I groan reaching for it. He holds it up higher. I notice we're standing in the park. Richie and Eddie sit on a bench.

"Nope. You aren't hiding anything are you?" "No, but it's still my phone." His hand plants firmly on my chest. I'm pretty sure he can feel my heart beating faster as I look back up.